The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-11-21
MAT" Goodwin and John L. Sullivan
From the Chicago Inter Ocean.

From the Chicago Inter Ocean.
Nat Goodwin, the comedian, is great patron
of everything in the way of sport and the little
fiery-headed fun maker will bet about as high
as anybody on the result of a fight foot race
q ball game, a horse race, or in fact ANYTHING
that comes along He is lucky Spectator
too, and Mats opinion is eagerly sought after
by his friends. His acquaintances among the
fraternity can be numbered by hundreds, and
there is scarcely prize-fghter of note in the
land that Nat Is not on the best of terms with.
Among the fighters that Nat is on particularly
friendly terms is the champion John l.. Sulli-
van, and whenever the twain struck the same
town together there was always sure to be a
heap of fun before they got away. 1t was two
wears ago this coming winter that Nat struck
the town to play an engagement at Hooley s.
and the same week John l.. Sullivan blew in
One night, and q cold, bitter night it was too.
after the theatres had closed their doors for the
night, John l.. Sullivan and party of friends
had assembled at fThe Store" on Clark street
for the purpose of having social time although
it was generally given out to the paner-s
at that time that john was a total abs.ainer
Along the bar the crowd stood two deep and the
champagne corks were flying about right mer-
rly, when the door opened and in walked Nat
Goodwin, apparently a little the worse for wear
His long ulster tapped loosely about him. and
his sealskin cap was drawn far down over his
eyes. Walking un to where Sullivan stood lean.
ing against the bar. he coolly picked up the glass
of wine that sat before the champion and tossed
il off without as much as saying "by your leave
sir" The crowd looked on in GREATNESS aston,
that recognized the comedian in his street attire
or that knew that he and John were
on particularly friendly terms Sullivan looked
surprised and then, ordering another hottie he
again filed his glass. Scarcely had he sat it
down on the bar again before Goodwin. with a
peculiarly aggressive look. again picked no the
glass and gulped down the wine. This time the
crowd expected to see Sullivan knock the
stranger into a cooked hat. Pulling himself to-
gether the champion grifly said:
Say young Teller, don't you do that again.
will If want to, came back the reply in
quick, sharp tones.
mo yer won't. neither"
How will you help YOURSELF"
I'm lick the stuffln' ont o. you"
"Bet you you don't. yon big loafer"
1t was growing interesting now and the crowd
gathered in GREATNESS interest about the pair
Say" blurted out the big fellow, bringing his
huge fist down with thump on the bar. II
guess you don't know who you are talking tos"
NO, nor don't care either. You might be
that big loafer John L. Sullivan for all know"
We'll that's just who am" and John
squared himself around for business
You're just the duck Tn looking for" said
Goodwin, Now you get out of here, " and with
the crowd gazing on in a horror struck way he
rushed at Sullivan, and catching him by the
nape of the neck and the seat of the trousers he
rushed him toward the front door and fired him
into the street Sullivan apparently being struck
dumb with astonishment
Slamming the door behind the flying form OF
the pugilist, Nat started back 10 the bar and
ordered wine for the party who looked on with
admiration at his gameness, and who evidently
thought him perfect demon, while 1.-The Par
son." who had sneaked Off into corner, was
nearly bursting with laughter
BY and by Sullivan poled his head into the
door, as IL fearing a repetition Of the firing
out process, and meeky said:
Say, Mister, can come INF"
You can, IL i'll behave yourself" was Mats
reply. aud Sullivan sneaked in and took up his
position at the far end Of the bar
II was fully an hour before the crowd was in.
troduced to Nat, and then those present fully
realized the meaning of the little comedy that
Nat ard John had fixed up for their especial
benefit.